You liquify me.
I want to be that cool drip
Tracing down,
Down your neck
Pooling into your coves.
I want to be that cool
that ravages your insides,
Making you quiver.
I want to be that cool drip
Heating up from your shivers.
I want to be that cool
That makes your heart drop
From a single gasp-
I want you to feel me when I'm gone.

Hey ladies and gents whom may read this :),
  This isn't a poem I just wanted to clear some things up. I'm not going to say whom or anything but I get messages on here- a decent amount,-and I love hearing from everyone- everyone's always been so lovily and I just love meeting people on here and reading their art and lives everyone shares, It's defiantly one of my favorite alerts on my phone/email/computer; I get even more excited with private messages and people sharing poems in the groups such as the "inspiration" album/group and " let it trend" group because it just makes one feel good that something you've written touched someone else and how some where in the world you've connected to someone. Always find the connections beautiful. With this being said I've gotten a number of messages from primarily  women who think/became under the impression I am a man do to my writings. Perhaps it's because some of my writings can be/ come off sensual or idk come off/can be graphic? not 100% sure, I guess people have been missing my bio were I say I'm a young woman. Everyone whoses written to me about intentions always been sweet-never offensive behaviors, but since this is a reoccurring thing and I've already depicted my ***/gender on my page I didn't know how else to kinda, come out as a female, besides writing a post. But yeah I've never/don't take offense to have people think of me as a different ***/gender or having a different ****** interest than I do, so just incase one of the people who read this have sent me a message under the impression I was a man, I don't write this out of any bad emotion or harsh vibes and -well private discussions already been made with clearing things up so hopefully with that there's already an understanding. I hope no one takes offense or is annoyed by this but I don't know. I just feel bad getting a message and potentially hurting someone by having to revealing something like my *** because you never know how a conversation or event may make someone feel and I like to respect people: especially when someone puts their cards on that table. But yeah going back to what this is about I'm a young woman for those who didn't know or wondering. And I still stand were I stand to anyone who wishes to message me or have any questions or comments and/or suggestions feel free to do so and all are welcomed and I truly do mean that :))
With love,
AG

Crawling into the cove of your neck as my shelter
I devour you.
Filling my hearth with the the coals I mined from your company.
Smoke and free spirited sparks that dance from smoldering ashes
are enclosed within my walls,
Forcing me to exhale my solitude
Your skin,
        Light as air,
          tenderly caressing spring tree branches
Your warmth,
         Radiates onto my exterior,
          As the rays of the sun amid a summer sunset.
My lips moisten,
        Wanting to taste the paradise that I've been dreaming.

I don't get why you'd carve me like this
Ripping out my heart
Grasping it in you iron grip
Clasping the blood in a bursting vessel
Through a laced ribbon
Controlling my breathing as you will
Heaving dry tears
A nail pierces my eardrum
Deaf to my newfound reality
Stuffed with what's acceptable for me to obtain
My casing is alien
Feeling only the nauseating saliva;
clammy sweat rubbing between my fingers
Succumbing to the meaningless reality we hail

My arteries tangle 
Bestowed with anxieties
I know what awaits me 
celebrating a fantasy 
Of drunkin junkies in disarray
Allow me to adjust my mask for this masquerade
Ive reached judgement day
Of shared blood I haven't seen in a half a decade
Forced smiles to distant cameras
Cover up track marks
Oh god, none has yet changed
Let me sit back and disengage 
Refining my predetermined misanthrope ways.

Yeah, I know I don't go down like wine;
I'm not one of
gentle
refinements.
I've been told I'm more of a whiskey.
But I swear that tastes like love.
I know because I've drunk the bottle.
If you ever tasted-
You know there's no such thing called a glass.

My fear dwells in the darkest abyss I've come to know.
The grand trench,
to most is known as my works basement.
From the door beyond:
perpetual darkness blinds travelers whom dare roam in it's path.
The weak fend off the presumed Krueger like critters that scurry as you flail blindly for your weapon;
The clique light bulb hanging from a rusted chain.

These cold winter nights my friends,
I fend alone.
In the battle known as:
the night shift.

I fear to scribe you I must fight the presumed creatures of the cave alone for-
I've run out of froyo lids.

This epics protagonist however fears not:
Standing a a sky scraping 5"3 draped in the finest tye dye and yoga pants that can protect me from the harshest of demonry
(Except our bleach- which is apparently made out of acid from a comic book)

Of course I'm not scared...
It's not like you can't see your own nose in the decay that room brings.

As all great ventures go I put one foot in front of the other
down the spiral case that consumes your soul,
with every step with the cold harsh evil that is presumed to dwell in the unseen.
But...
There's no abyss...
Even worse?
Light?
**** there are actual things in here

Not from the bulb I've known but of the parts restricted.

"...FUUCK"
the light crashes
Wincing as it crawls to my feet
I squeak a small "hello..."
And the dweller of the cove advances with a Cheshire grin.
"Who are You?"
He puffs keeping the imaginary lines distance.
"Me? I'm the nights tender -how did YOU get back here?"
His roughness melts to a soft cheer as he's mouth uncoils laughing
" I own the building"
Tagging along in the light
I feel my cheeks grow warm
"Haha, oh well Hey nice to meet you"
Extending the torch to the dark
Timidly grabbing back,
across boundary lines.

I dream of tangerine skies
And endless seascapes,
Seamlessly mended by yellow threads-
Prepared to be veiled
By crushed blue velvet.
*Serenity

I rinse myself with a clam shell
in a bath of blood
Trying to find love on Venus

I detest what you've made me become 
you ******* hate me 
I just don't understand why 
and I try 
oh do I ******* try 
but to communicate the recipient mustnt be a brick wall
A week ago you loved me
now I'm beneath your hellos however have enough energy to talk about me 
while I still can't fathom how I can't call you up about the thing I just saw that I knew would make you laugh 
the thought of that incapability handicaps me.
I don't even try to watch the same channels anymore because I know those situations where I'll lift myself from the couch only to collapse back down because you don't even want to see my number on your caller ID
I try not to but I cry. 
I cleanse my body from this pressure that has harden me from the inside out 
I feel so deeply I turned the feelings you've infected me with into water 
I begin to breathe 
To realize I can't feel
youve seen me and want none of it.

With every heartbeat
Your voice grows fainter.
Silence
Tuning in on the crackles that murmur
From glass,
Gossamer threads of gray
Escape your lips,
Lacing through the streams of the moon;
   You mean nothing to me.
Let me show you what love is.
The world's real small today.
I can feel it melt pools in my arms;
  You mean nothing to me.
Hearing the hums of my ever shrinking universe;
   You mean nothing to me
            Absolutely nothing to me
                *Nothing at all

My first sip of water
Turnt to poision.
Lungs collapsed
I am mute
Vessels popped red splotches
reality's double
Sick I hang
Without a noose
Waiting for cardiac-arrest

Sublime
Skin
    Slips 
Slowly 
Ascending to the
Abyss

salt laced tingles fills lungs on a open bright day
drenched in Chardonnay slathered words.
laying in the soft grass of summer
we laugh and giggle stories.
talking to my sister hugged by her comforting words
the man next to us bends his needle
as he drifts off into a chemical ecstasy.
hooray for family gatherings

Lonesome is
Seeing illuminated walls and only noticing the bodiless shadows

To  have life
you need to want it
as you want air
beneath the surface.

Phantom tickings of hours laid awake staring at white blank wall ,
You see u am not here,
I have been gone for what seems like forever
I don't know who Iam anymore
You have injected into me flowing through my veins like lead
I am weighed down 
Heavy heart 
clinging on to old memories like a child holding a mothers hand in a bussling city sidewalk 
I knew I'd loose myself without your guidance
Weighed down in bed 
I've realized how big my bed is how much youve consumed every inch of me
Raw and scratched 
inside out you've severed my vocal cords 
I can't even objectify to your injustice 
Youve crawled out 
And for some ******* reason I still sleep with your sweaters hoping that they'll start to smell like you
I smoke your brand of cigarettes hoping that you'll call before I OD 
I love you to the point where I hate you

Sweet child,
Where did you get your royal jewels?
The deep lavish purples and reds
that crown your wrists
and curl round slender grey fingers.

Sweet beautiful woman,
Reveal the secrets of your ever shrinking frame,
That your mane has grown far too large for

Your hollow eyes scream your travels
As you tell me,

" We've come far to be where we stand"

The waves that crashed you to me -
I'm sure are unfathomable.

In your delicate complexion
I see my old loves,
My sisters,
My brothers,
My friends.
Miss I'm not religious-
I'm praying for you tonight.

you've been sullied
when you smell the virginity of water.
feel it cleanse
yesterdays sorrows
drip carelessly down your neck
cooling your spine
and run away through the transparency of refreshing rains
down the drain
releasing you from yourself.

Please don't tell me I have a voice;
Living this way has left me with laryngitis.
I haven't a breath in me to make an exclamation pass as a whisper

Please don't say there is nothing to fear
For I've felt the cold tiles
over
     And
          over
catching me as I came crashing down
As you promised to catch me if I were to fall
And all that's left from that life was made by the curtesy of your ******* hand print.

There is no such thing as old school romances;
Just delicate photos,
And
Dried up roses.

you played me gently
your tender spanish guitar
******* at my nylon strings.
rocking my body
i sing our melody
your soul echoes through me
as i become your extended body
you caress my neck
                                stroking
                                           pressing
                                                       holding
my essences with tender love and care
the fiber of my heart string pull
as you rip me open
you pluck hard
as each fiber loosens
ripping the strings apart
i bleed this black blood
tainted with the smog
you infected me
you play with distortion
clashing echos as you squeeze me
smashed my body
And the music stops.
i lay in pieces
finding nothing in peace

Life's lust
Dries casts
Around crusted
Finger tips.

Savory juices
Evaporate in
Parched throats
Of passionless lives.

Aching to be quenched
By tasteless aces

Bathing in my own filth,
I feel the gravity of my own weight settle
As sins drain around me.
Leaving me wrinkled,
Dripping.
From the parts of me I'm unable to take.
Cleansed I am not.

Sing me sweet nothings,
Allow me to ride on your melodies of high pitched sincerities

they took it all
they took it away from me
i can have anything
nothing to mend
nothing to numb
nothing to heal
i have dissolved into nothing
nothing but quakes and vibrations
these throbbing hands aren't mine
last shreds of seeing have been blind
growing cold
i am concealed
in this hell that seems surreal

So I've been finding myself thinking of you as I watch the clock
Tick
And tick
And tick
My goodnight buddy, 
Where have you gone?
I miss you the early morning we dont lay awake talking nonsense 
Speaking in hypotheticals 
We slowly gather each others intimacies  
You come to me at perfect times
Easing my lips to a smile
we engage in a joyful nothing
Until the next night that ends as dawn begins
that begins with you asking me to stay up again because you wish to fall asleep to my voice.
To my goodnight buddy 
I wish you sweet dreams.

They say home is where the heart is.
Well honey,
you have mine.
So come bring me home.
-Nestle me in your arms,
So I don't have to be homeless
no more.

cream lathered tongue,
resonating with endemic metallic.
tasteless mornings.

Blood drips through clogged veins
Like molasses.
Breathing deeply,
I taste the sweetness of tar
Drowning my lungs
And solidifying muscles.

I let my fingers graze the mesh of my cage
as my flesh cuts form the rage of past patients delusions to "escape".

I am blessed with the whites of the crux moon
to swim in it's beams it streams
allowing me to live in my daydreams
of the pearls in the graveyard I overlook.

Here I sit in my windowsill
looming over reality
as madness roams the exterior of my walls.

Hell dwells in children's eyes.

Living.
   Breathing.
      Madness.

I have yet to meet your face which makes it so strange that i already seen your eyes. 

I've seen your anatomy in constellations as i take my lonesome walks at night.

It is you that illuminates my way     As the crux moonlight shines the seas with my hope to greet you.

 I have yet to meet your tender lips but I know they hail from Venus.

Aphrodite has baptized every square inch of your flesh with her sweet nectar and filled you with ambrosia.

 me,
To salivate over the heavenly sweet honeys your heart is made of.

To sip the wines of body.

To quiver whilst the aromas of Spiced leaves and freshly cut wild roses travel down my throat to course your brilliance swirling through my veins.

How I wish to taste you

to merely taste you.

To taste your passions would satisfy and bind me with violet laces to the end of time.

sever me from my chords.

For No longer do i wish think anymore.

take me to a tree.
let me hang like october leaves.

theres nothing,
no sign of life
left
in me.

lay me on the ground,
To wash away from the rain falling down.
there's
        no
         life
            left
                  in
                        me

The only thing I felt today
Was the burn of the suns radiance on my legs,

The only salvation was the light
Cracklings of my last ciggerette.

I watch the letters smolder brown to black.
Blackness flaking off of smokes back.
Dancing off in it's bittersweet serenade
I've succumbed to what exsistance I have made
I only wish to walk in the footsteps
In the last of my happiness.

Death must be so beautiful.
To lay softly underneath alively tree whilst green grass sway above ones head listening to timeless silence.
To have no yesterday,
and no worries of tomorrow.
To forget time
To forgive life
you are finally at peace.

Lace me a crown of dead flowers,
  white petals tainted.
Cut me with thorns of new life,
dance to death in circles
Through the honeysuckles.
For you my loves
For you
may queen
For you

To Whom it May Concern,
i write to you a dead man.
my thoughts have been long forgotten
my fingertips stroke lives leaving only track marks.
I shed foreign skin of a body i belong to no longer.
drained and pale
i rot while grimacing
at the living carcasses i see at play
if only they knew
the world fades to grey.
    sincerely,
          A decaying soul

3 years
chained to you.

2 months
I fly with him.

1st time
I find myself.

By the cresant of the moon,
I'll be waiting
'Til it wanes new.
You'll come.
So I keep waiting...
Waiting..
Waiting for you.

How could you be so blind
To think the worlds colors
Are only how you see it;

When every night before
Dusk cloaks us
with a diamond dusted blanket
As Mother paints us a sky in watercolor
Just to show that different hues blend beautifully.

Mind
boiling
     rapid
          compressed
       dumb

Heart
puckered
           dripping
        sublime

Body
vulnerable
              weak
             timid
       frail

GO AWAY

Stapled on a string
I fly so high.
      
           *

Keeps me waiting for
the life,
When i wake up myself
from this surreal reality.

        *

Its just a dream.
Its all just a dream.

I dream of the breaths that I take with your body imprinting mine crushes out my exhale

I dream of the instinctive arch my back will bridge as I water from your company

I dream of my blushed cheeks tension as I kiss you while smiling

I dream of the mornings waking beneath your sheets together

Unspoken words
Speak volumes.

Sunk in my heart. 
My souls depart.
Leaving the worst parts
 of me.
Like autumn leaves,
I am weathered, dead and shaking.
However you are still fooled by my Elastic meat casings.

To
                        Bite

         My
                                      Tongue


                         Is
                                           To
Be

                 Secure

Excuse me while I pick the shards out of my breast

fragmented
you have an impeccable way to make me know im nothing
ive helped u
healed you
loved you
yet when i want you
youre too far away and busy thought we live in the same town.
for weeks your too busy for a message
yet at a drop of the hat you can drive miles
seeing someone you haven't known in years.
this petty existence isnt enough
for i know despite the fact you tell me you love me
i know am nothing but a fragment of the history of your use to be lovers.